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The doctor finally makes his appearance up the hallway, and I walk to meet him in the middle. “Three-year-old girl with severe asthma has had four attacks tonight. Arrived struggling for breath with an oxygen reading of less than 92. I administered a dosage of corticosteroid.”
“Excellent. What’s the condition of the child now?” he questions as we near the room.
“Good. Stable,” I reply.
“As efficient as ever, Gigi,” he says before whipping back the curtain and walking in to check on her.
I follow him in just in case he needs anything. “Hi, I’m Dr. Richards,” he says as he offers the father his hand.
“Hey, I’m Sean,” he says, reaching out to shake the doctor’s hand before indicating his little girl, “and this little terror is Georgia.”
You’re kidding? I share a name with the guy’s kid. Could this situation be any more coincidental?
“I understand your daughter has been suffering severe asthma attacks?” the doctor goes on.
“Yes, that’s correct,” Sean says, clutching Georgia’s hand as if the two of them are all they have in the world. “She had three at home that were manageable with her inhaler. That’s when I brought her here. The fourth attack started in the parking lot and then, umm,” he says, waving a hand toward me with a cringe, realizing he doesn’t know my name.
“Gigi,” the doctor supplies before I get a chance to respond.
Sean’s brows furrow at the name, but he continues as a lump gets caught in my throat, realizing he might recognize me after all. “Thanks. Gigi gave her an injection and she was able to breathe again.”
“Good,” Dr. Richards says before stepping up to little Georgia and pressing his stethoscope to her chest. The room falls into silence as the doctor concentrates, and I watch the way Georgia so effortlessly knows just what to do, as if this isn’t her first mad dash to the hospital. “Alright,” he says to Sean. “I think it’s best we get her admitted and keep her overnight for observation.”
Sean nods while the doctor turns to me and hands me her chart. “Can you get them sorted?”
“Of course,” I smile before he disappears.
With Sean occupied by his upset child, I exit the room and head back to the waiting room, trying to figure out exactly where we can put her. I get her everything she’ll need to get admitted, and after a quick call to the pediatric ward upstairs, I find a private room for little Georgia.
Just as I go to head back to let them know what’s going on, Sue hands me the clipboard with all the paperwork Sean is going to have to fill out, giving me a knowing smile. “I figured you’d need this.”
“Unfortunately, I do,” I say with a yawn as I take the clipboard and head back to Sean and his daughter. I hand Sean the paperwork and a pen, and he starts scrawling out his details as I get little Georgia ready to be transferred to the ward.
Ten minutes later, she’s settled with the best doctors and nurses Denver has to offer.
I go about grabbing extra pillows and blankets from the supply closet, figuring Sean will most likely ignore hospital policy and climb right into bed with his daughter. She’s so small, and compared to her, the bed is massive. There’s more than enough space for the two of them to be comfortable.
Then certain they have everything they’ll need, I let the ward nurses take over as I scram and get my ass out of there. I’m halfway up the hall when his deep, velvety voice calls after me. “Um, Gigi, is it?”
Fuck.
Turning around to face the most delicious man I’ve ever laid eyes on, I try my hardest to be professional, hating how obvious I am. “Yes?” I smile, my heart pounding in my chest. “Is there something you need?”
“No, umm. We’re fine. It’s just that . . .” he cringes as he rubs the back of his neck, and I can’t help but notice the way his biceps bulge with the movement and his shirt rides up at his hip to show off the most mouth-watering sliver of tanned skin. I force my gaze to remain locked on him, which is when I realize that it’s the dead of night and he isn’t wearing a coat. The poor guy didn’t even get a second to grab a coat before racing out of the house with his sick baby, and here he is, not even a hint that he’s thinking about his own needs. “Have we met? I mean, I know your face from somewhere.”
Fuck me, this is not happening.
“Umm, no,” I smile, feeling awkward as fuck. “I don’t think so.”
“I’m sure of it,” he insists as the embarrassment really starts to set in. “Sorry. I’m usually really good at this shit. If it wasn’t for everything going down with Georgie, I’d probably be able to figure it out.”
